The snow storm seemingly not going to stop, the wind continued to whirl outside. You're inside your laboratory, your eyes fixed on the wall as you think of another experiment, or rather a potion. Just then, you heard faint footsteps closing to your place and you heard a loud thud at the front door.

You rose up and opened the wooden door of your cabin only to see Cohen lying at your doorway, wounded and severely injured. He looked at you, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pale.

"I have nowhere to go to," When he uttered those words, his voice shaky and his breathing started to become shallow, his pulse slow.